Chapter 113: Coaxing the childishness
Ji Lan entered the bathroom.
When the sound of running water sounded, Ji Mingzong dialed the phone and went out: "Go and find out what happened when Ji Lan returned to Ji's house tonight."
Not long after, Yan Hui called: "It's because the old lady hasn't put down the Tang family's affairs yet."
This is so evil.
In the study room, the lighter sounded, and the "click" sound was harsh in the quiet environment.
The man's fingertips rose and fell, and after taking a few deep puffs of cigarette, he blew out a long smoke ring.
"She's so free, find something for her to do."
On the second day of the Ghost Festival, it rained heavily in Beijing and Hong Kong. Xia Lei filled the sky and tore a broken hole in the city that was about to wake up.
The heavy rain poured down, which made Ji Lan tremble all over. He sat up in confusion holding the quilt, looking like he was very frightened.
"Mingzong?"
"What's wrong?" A man's deep voice came from the cloakroom.
Ji Lan raised his hand and wiped his face: "Are you leaving?"
"Get ready," the man responded warmly. He turned sideways and looked at Ji Lan. Seeing her depressed expression, he added, "But the heavy rain blocks the road, so we may not be able to walk."
"If you haven't slept well, then sleep a little longer." He turned on the wall lamp in the dressing room, and a faint light shone into the bedroom. Outside the white gauze curtain, there was a dark sky and heavy rain.
Mr. Ji walked to the bedside and stretched out his hand to touch Ji Lan's back, comforting her. Seeing how sleepy she was, he went to the window and closed the curtains. The heavy linen blackout curtains were closed to keep out the rain.
Only the muffled thunder flashing across the sky could be heard, nothing else could be seen.
"I'll go with you!"
"It's half past five, are you sure?" Ji Mingzong was amused, but he didn't show it.
There was no emotion on her face, but she knew in her heart that she was afraid of thunder and rain.
I couldn't sleep alone, so I had to get up.
The person who had just sat up from his knees slowly lowered his buttocks toward his heels.
He scratched his head in frustration.
"Afraid of thunder?"
"I'm not afraid, but I don't like it," Ji Lan said sadly.
She has a high self-esteem, and will perfectly hide the things she likes and dislikes. It is probably because she was injured by Deng Yi when she was young. The more she likes something, the more dangerous it is, and the more it exposes her weakness. If you show it in front of others, you will be hurt more.
When he was six or seven years old, Deng Yi and Ji Hongyi had a long quarrel. The couple was sad and she was hurt.
On a torrential rainy day, Ji Hongyi angrily slammed the door and walked out. As a child, Ji Lan already had a sense of crisis of being dependent on others. He would hide far away at such times, but unfortunately, he happened to be bumped into by her today.
Deng Yi was so upset and furious that he didn't even bother to do anything superficial. He picked up her collar and threw her in the yard, letting the muffled thunder flash over her head, and the heavy rain made her feel cold.
Since then, she didn't like rainy days.
She said she didn't love her, but in fact she was afraid that the rain fell into her body and mind, and the moisture ran through her life.
"Then I'll go discuss it with the Thunder God and the Lightning Mother and ask them to stop thundering," Ji Mingzong bent slightly and held Ji Lan's waist to bring her to him.
The slightly raised lips have a childlike air of coaxing a child.
Ji Lan couldn't help but push him: "You go."
"Are you really willing to let me go?"
"What can I be reluctant to part with?" The two of them were close to each other, their warm bodies wrapped together. In the quiet bedroom in the early morning, when they were not talking, they could hear each other's heartbeats, rising and falling slowly.
Thunder is rolling, rain is falling, and lust is intertwined in the bedroom.
Life and death, ups and downs.
Until 8:30, Ji Mingzong's cell phone on the bedside table rang.
He was in the middle of the last game, so he cut it off without any intention of answering. "Don't call, I won't answer the call," Zhang Ying sighed as he held the hung up phone at the front door of the villa.
"Go shout?"
Yan Hui took a step to the side to avoid him: "If you want to go, you can go, don't hold me back."
"Mr. Meng has been waiting in the conference room from six o'clock until now." Zhang Ying arrived at the office at half past five to prepare for the morning meeting. Although it rained heavily in the early morning, according to Mr. Ji's punctual nature, he might Late but never coming.
But he thought wrong.
A group of bosses waited from six o'clock to eight o'clock, urging him when Director Ji would come.
One of his secretaries was forced to stay in the company no longer, so he had to come to pick him up.
I thought that when he came, he would be able to pick up people.
result
result
The beauty missed the path of being a hero!
Zhang Ying couldn't help but tempered his sentence: "Beauty is a disaster."
The sky was torn apart, and Ji Lan lay on top of the man, panting, hot sweat sliding down his chest.
Ji Mingzong pinched her lower back and she trembled slightly.
"It's time to get up."
"I'm tired and don't want to get up."
"Shouldn't I be the one saying I'm tired?" Mr. Ji asked, holding back his laughter.
"I'm tired too," Ji Lan's voice was buzzing and he didn't want to get up.
Ji Mingzong was very busy, and he didn't go to the meeting this morning. Zhang Ying was so anxious that he was forced to jump off the building by Meng Qinghe's gang. It would be inappropriate to continue the discussion.
He held Ji Lan's waist, turned her around and put her on the bed, pulled away and picked up the nightgown beside her and put it on her body.
"Keep sleeping."
"And you?"
"I have to go," the man said in a deep voice, "Lan Lan."
At nine o'clock, Ji Mingzong opened the door of the villa on time. Under the eaves at the door, there were layers of cigarette butts stacked up. When Zhang Ying saw the person, he cried sadly: "Dr. Ji."
"Gone."
"Has the news spread?"
"They've dispersed. The Housing Authority has gone to Fuyuan Real Estate."
On this day, everything in Beijing and Hong Kong was wet, and Ji Mingda was also wet.
Regarding the Wuhuan Resort, someone secretly purchased various major residential properties after the government's red-tipped documents came out, hoping to make a profit from it. Unexpectedly, Fengming Capital's recent internal documents were released, and the news spread like wildfire, and someone jumped out to report it.
The people above followed the clues and found their way to Ji Mingda's head in just one night.
Entertainment reporters and financial reporters took notice of the news. If it were normal, everyone would have to think carefully about spreading news about the Ji family, but this matter is linked to the government.
Invisibly, it gives people the feeling of having someone behind them.
As soon as the news came out, Fuyuan Real Estate's stock price turned green several points, alarming Mrs. Ji.
When the eighty-year-old man rushed to Ji Mingda's company, Ji Mingda had just sent away the inspection team and was now angrily cursing Chen Yan.
"I've already said that Chen Xu can't hold up the wall with mud. You can just give them a small amount of money to support them on weekdays. Now you want to involve us all?"
Chen Yan cried and wiped his tears, knowing the seriousness of the situation.
She originally wanted to explain to Ji Mingda, but she didn't expect the old lady to push open the door and walk in. She instantly panicked: "Mom."
The old man's hawk-like eyes fell on Chen Yan, and he pressed her heavily: "Are you at a loss? Can you be honest?"